Down the mountainside
To the coastline
Past the angry tide
The mighty diesel whines
And the tunnel comes
And the tunnel goes
Around anothe bend
The giant drivers roll
I rode the highball
I fired the Daylight
When I turned around 65
I couldn't see right
It wsa "Mr. Jones,
We've got to let you go
It's company policy
You've got pension though."
Roll on
Southern Pacific
Roll on
On your silver rails
Roll on
Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
Through the moonlight
I put in my time
I put in my time
Now I'm left to roll
Down the long decline
I ain't no brake man
Ain't no conductor
But I would be though
If I was younger
Roll on
Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on
Southern Pacific
Roll on
On your silver rails
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